My counsellor’s name is Neville



It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.

I know, I know, there’s nothing wrong with being called Neville. NSW had a perfectly respectable premier called Neville. And Neville Longbottom turned out to be quite the hero in Harry Potter.

The reason I’m seeing Neville because I’m crap at peeling onions.

OK … I’m sounding a bit kooky … let me hand over to Wikipedia to explain:

The social penetration theory proposes that, as relationships develop, interpersonal communication moves from relatively shallow, non-intimate levels to deeper, more intimate ones.[1] The theory was formulated by psychologistsIrwin Altman and Dalmas Taylor in 1973 to provide an understanding of the closeness between two individuals.

Social penetration is perhaps best known for its onion analogy, therefore it is sometimes called the “onion theory” of personality. Personality is like a multi-layered onion with public self on the outer layer and private self at the core. As time passes and intimacy grows, the layers of one’s personality begin to unfold to reveal the core of the person. Three major factors influence self-revelation and begin the process of the onion theory, which are personal characteristics, reward/cost assessments, and the situational context.

I tried improving my onion peeling skills a few years back but gave up. Therapy is VERY expensive.

But Husband suggested it was time to have another poke at it. Hence Neville … and my dismay at him being called Neville.

I’ll just add it to my long list of “L” moments. Like the time I accidentally booked us into “Wheels Resort”, a hotel designed for less-able travellers. Nice, big bathrooms though. And a lovely, convenient ramp into the swimming pool.

Or when I ran up the back of a school dad’s sporty new car on the Harbour Bridge. What are the bloody odds of that?

Or the time a galoot with a ciggie in one hand and a mobile phone in the other rear-ended my shite heap of a car and insurance didn’t cover a replacement car so I ended up hundreds of dollars out of pocket. Plus it turned out he worked at my local supermarket so I got to glower at him several times a week.

I’m also pretty sure winners don’t wee behind trees after school dinners. Or get “splits injuries” during “Chicken Incidents“.

Oh, I could go on …

But back to Neville. Neville is a lovely country bloke with a broad, kind face. A real sweetheart. He doesn’t strike me as someone who has any trouble peeling his onion.

I’m not looking forward to him trying to peel mine.

PS I found this awesome little Neville Longbottom meme in my Google travels …

7 thoughts on “My counsellor’s name is Neville

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  1. I hadn’t heard of social penetration/onion skin theory until I read this. Thank you for sharing that story. All the best with it. I know what you mean about the name Neville. At least it’s not Norville. When I was little my dad knew someone with that name. Norville was American and really old.

  2. I reckon your blog is a better therapy than any counselling!
    I think counselling allows you to talk about your feelings and thoughts and the counsellor’s job is to guide you to choices and options…sounds like a blog to me!
    Just think of all your readers as your personal counsellors, at no charge.
    That being said, I have no blog so perhaps an introduction to Neville might be a good move in my case.
    By the way, I have a customer named Norville!!

  3. Wheels Resort! I just had a big lough-out-loud. Oh dear.
    Good luok peeling the onion – in my experience it always ends in tears… except when I am wearing contacts. Make sure you have contacts in.

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